PROTECTION by Young Garcia Lyrics
[Part l]
[Intro: Young Garcia]
Oh
Homesix
Hopegood, this is for you
Trash boy
Ay, yeah, listen, uh, uh, uh, uh
What the fuck you think this is?, You think I'm taking it easy on you
I may be little but I can still beat your fucking ass
[Part ll]
[Intro: Young Garcia]
Yeah, ay, ay, ay, uh, uh, nigga wait
IHopeGood, Bitch!
Shoutout to my shooters, grr, boaw, grr, boaw
Ay
[Chorus: Young Garcia]
Get that, break you in half like a Kit-Kat (Aye, Aye, Aye)
Spit facts, protection, you'll need that (Aye, Aye, Aye)
Get that, break you in half like a Kit-Kat (Aye, Aye, Aye)
Spit facts, protection, you'll need that (Aye, Aye, Aye)
[Verse 1: Young Garcia]
I don't need money, I don't need cars
I'm driving fancy
Now IHopeGood, you're a stupid man
Your favorite youtuber lost, and an easy diss track you didn't even know who Quadeca was and he still won
Bro, look at my mans hah
I was watching your vidеo, last year
You look like a squid, my guy
No wonder you play Minеcraft so much, you look like a squid my guy
Was that what you were for Halloween, my guy?
Oh, uh, wait, uh, wait, wait, ay, ay, ay
You shaved off your mustache, you look like a damn--
Go back to the way things were
Jonah is better than you, I swear you can get this heat, the left and right side of you
You don't noting about me, so stop talking bout' me
I never put your name into this, that was never correct
But now your finna come at me? So now I'mma come at you
The bullets are at the left and right side of you, aye, aye, aye
[Chorus: Young Garcia]
Get that, break you in half like a Kit-Kat (Aye, Aye, Aye)
Spit facts, protection, you'll need that (Aye, Aye, Aye)
Get that, break you in half like a Kit-Kat (Aye, Aye, Aye)
Spit facts, protection, you'll need that (Aye, Aye, Aye)
[Bridge: Young Garcia]
Wait, woah
IHopeGood sucks, yeah
IHopeGood sucks
IHopeGood sucks, ay
That boy sus uh, that boy sus
I put a .20, and that boy sus
I got a gang, ah, bang
You can get banged (Aye, Aye, Aye)
[Verse 2: Young Garcia]
This choppa can hit you
My choppa be spinning you
I'm not gon' be fun anymore
I'm with the .30, uh
Now, I don't mean it like that
I don't even want facts
You don't know how to rap
I could rap acapella
You don't know any better
You don't know Nellaveli
He just put me on the map
Your music is trash, ay, ay
Listen
I got a slide, you dissing, ay, ay, ay
Kitchen, I'm finna whip in the kitchen, ay, ay, ay
This a diss yeah, I got a .40, you missed it, ay, ay, ay
Hol' up, Hol' up, Let me switch the beat again
[Part lll]
[Intro: Young Garcia]
Timeline
Woo!
Lil beat
IHopeGood, I swear this is the last beat
I'm sorry you're crying
Listen, no more playin' games
I'm done with the funny shit
Bitch, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
Woo!
I don't want to
Listen
[Verse 1: Young Garcia]
Hot (Hot), I'mma do my lil' dance (Dance)
You get hit on the stove (Stove), We' gon hit up yo' mans (Mans)
Bro (Ay), We just left yo' mans (Mans), Brains, on the curb
You better pick your mans up
You don't know no advance, Who you know, go advanced?
Who you know gettin' bands?, Who you know got that choppa?
Who you know got a gang?, Wait
I know we ain't friends, I was just depressed (Pressed)
.40's, hit your head (Yes), I was depressed with the .40's
You ain't even show me love, You ain't even help me
I just sipped my liquor, it help me with emotions
My choppa hit your neck, We gon' throw up our sets
She reps, pull up with a .30, get recked
Oh my god, god bless you
Hit her once, then I dead her
You know I'm next up, Listen
[Verse 2]
You get hit, sending shots
Now your head go, "bop"
I be smoking on that pot
I don't respect no games, you is not an OG
So I don't respect yo' mans
You don't even check up, throw your sets up
Yeah, I'm hanging with the drug dealers
I go to Miami, Now I'm up here in Brooklyn, near the drug dealers
You hear "boom", everywhere you go
Everytime you try to sleep, you gon' hear "boom"
I try to stay far from you
Who you know got a check?, Fuck your family and shit
I don't wanna be that guy, but, I'mma have extra clips
Battle rap, Charlie Clips, ay, ay, ay
Your head is finna pop off, I'mma blow your socks off
Cut your body, chop you off
You a sinister, We got plenty guns
Yeah, these bullets they for anyone
We just left your brody on the corner, you best pick him up
I'm with you now
[Outro: Lil X & Young Garcia]
Mhmm, hmm
IHopeGood
Issac
Send you to sleep
Oh
Gang, gang, gang, brrt!
[Intro: Young Garcia]
Oh
Homesix
Hopegood, this is for you
Trash boy
Ay, yeah, listen, uh, uh, uh, uh
What the fuck you think this is?, You think I'm taking it easy on you
I may be little but I can still beat your fucking ass
[Part ll]
[Intro: Young Garcia]
Yeah, ay, ay, ay, uh, uh, nigga wait
IHopeGood, Bitch!
Shoutout to my shooters, grr, boaw, grr, boaw
Ay
[Chorus: Young Garcia]
Get that, break you in half like a Kit-Kat (Aye, Aye, Aye)
Spit facts, protection, you'll need that (Aye, Aye, Aye)
Get that, break you in half like a Kit-Kat (Aye, Aye, Aye)
Spit facts, protection, you'll need that (Aye, Aye, Aye)
[Verse 1: Young Garcia]
I don't need money, I don't need cars
I'm driving fancy
Now IHopeGood, you're a stupid man
Your favorite youtuber lost, and an easy diss track you didn't even know who Quadeca was and he still won
Bro, look at my mans hah
I was watching your vidеo, last year
You look like a squid, my guy
No wonder you play Minеcraft so much, you look like a squid my guy
Was that what you were for Halloween, my guy?
Oh, uh, wait, uh, wait, wait, ay, ay, ay
You shaved off your mustache, you look like a damn--
Go back to the way things were
Jonah is better than you, I swear you can get this heat, the left and right side of you
You don't noting about me, so stop talking bout' me
I never put your name into this, that was never correct
But now your finna come at me? So now I'mma come at you
The bullets are at the left and right side of you, aye, aye, aye
[Chorus: Young Garcia]
Get that, break you in half like a Kit-Kat (Aye, Aye, Aye)
Spit facts, protection, you'll need that (Aye, Aye, Aye)
Get that, break you in half like a Kit-Kat (Aye, Aye, Aye)
Spit facts, protection, you'll need that (Aye, Aye, Aye)
[Bridge: Young Garcia]
Wait, woah
IHopeGood sucks, yeah
IHopeGood sucks
IHopeGood sucks, ay
That boy sus uh, that boy sus
I put a .20, and that boy sus
I got a gang, ah, bang
You can get banged (Aye, Aye, Aye)
[Verse 2: Young Garcia]
This choppa can hit you
My choppa be spinning you
I'm not gon' be fun anymore
I'm with the .30, uh
Now, I don't mean it like that
I don't even want facts
You don't know how to rap
I could rap acapella
You don't know any better
You don't know Nellaveli
He just put me on the map
Your music is trash, ay, ay
Listen
I got a slide, you dissing, ay, ay, ay
Kitchen, I'm finna whip in the kitchen, ay, ay, ay
This a diss yeah, I got a .40, you missed it, ay, ay, ay
Hol' up, Hol' up, Let me switch the beat again
[Part lll]
[Intro: Young Garcia]
Timeline
Woo!
Lil beat
IHopeGood, I swear this is the last beat
I'm sorry you're crying
Listen, no more playin' games
I'm done with the funny shit
Bitch, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
Woo!
I don't want to
Listen
[Verse 1: Young Garcia]
Hot (Hot), I'mma do my lil' dance (Dance)
You get hit on the stove (Stove), We' gon hit up yo' mans (Mans)
Bro (Ay), We just left yo' mans (Mans), Brains, on the curb
You better pick your mans up
You don't know no advance, Who you know, go advanced?
Who you know gettin' bands?, Who you know got that choppa?
Who you know got a gang?, Wait
I know we ain't friends, I was just depressed (Pressed)
.40's, hit your head (Yes), I was depressed with the .40's
You ain't even show me love, You ain't even help me
I just sipped my liquor, it help me with emotions
My choppa hit your neck, We gon' throw up our sets
She reps, pull up with a .30, get recked
Oh my god, god bless you
Hit her once, then I dead her
You know I'm next up, Listen
[Verse 2]
You get hit, sending shots
Now your head go, "bop"
I be smoking on that pot
I don't respect no games, you is not an OG
So I don't respect yo' mans
You don't even check up, throw your sets up
Yeah, I'm hanging with the drug dealers
I go to Miami, Now I'm up here in Brooklyn, near the drug dealers
You hear "boom", everywhere you go
Everytime you try to sleep, you gon' hear "boom"
I try to stay far from you
Who you know got a check?, Fuck your family and shit
I don't wanna be that guy, but, I'mma have extra clips
Battle rap, Charlie Clips, ay, ay, ay
Your head is finna pop off, I'mma blow your socks off
Cut your body, chop you off
You a sinister, We got plenty guns
Yeah, these bullets they for anyone
We just left your brody on the corner, you best pick him up
I'm with you now
[Outro: Lil X & Young Garcia]
Mhmm, hmm
IHopeGood
Issac
Send you to sleep
Oh
Gang, gang, gang, brrt!